I’m not the person that I was a year ago. And I miss the person that I was two years ago, sometimes. I love the person I am today, but I wish the things that forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and change some fundamental truths about myself hadn’t come at such a price. The cool thing is, the person I was two years ago would be so proud of the person I am today, and I’m not sure that everyone can say that. That guy would probably tell me to forgive myself for the choices and mistakes that made me who I am today, and that guy was always right so maybe I should.